For the last couple of weeks, everyone I’ve engaged in simple, small talk with has asked me one question: “Are you looking forward to Thanksgiving Day?” I just give them a shrug and a tilt of the head, thinking, I’m looking forward to the days off, but I really couldn’t give a crap about actual Thanksgiving traditions. Yeah, I know it’s the time of year when I’m supposed to reflect on how thankful I am, but really, how many people actually do that? Not only that, but I’m not a big fan of Thanksgiving foods, and as a child of divorce, I have to eat two dinners worth of it every year. So given the choice, I’d sit at home watching a reality TV marathon instead of celebrating Thanksgiving Day. I’ll keep my days off, though. Keep reading »
I spend most of Thanksgiving milling around an overheated room holding a glass of wine and making conversation with aunts, great aunts, second cousins, third cousins, fourth cousins twice removed and the great uncle of the neighbor down the street. At this year’s turkey-chomping fiesta, only about one in 10 of the people in the room will be unaware that I’m gay.
Normally, I’m totally down to talk about my sexuality (read: overshare). But I’ve been working 50-hour weeks, freelancing in the evenings and trying to use whatever spare time I have to keep myself in shape. In other words, I really, really need a vacation. And during that vacation, I do not want to broach difficult topics—such as why I’m gay or who I’m seeing. I want to scarf down gravy-smothered turkey, eat mashed potatoes, drink red wine and go to bed early. Keep reading »
Seeing as the first Monday in December is the most likely day to be dumped, we thought we’d provide a handy infographic for you on how you might get your heart broken. The most surprising thing? Vast numbers of couples break up with each other over IM — especially in the under-25 set. I mean, really? That’s a thing that people do? CRAZY. [Buzzfeed] Keep reading »
Ah, Thanksgiving. When you’re a kid it’s all about the mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. When you’re an adult, it’s all about rude inquisitions from your nosy aunts and your dad getting horrifically, embarassingly wasted. I don’t know anything about stuffing a bird or making a perfect cranberry sauce. But I do know a thing or two about dealing with family, seeing as I have a huge, colorful one. Gather ’round, children, and take in my wisdom from awkward family holidays past! (Also, I’m a full-blooded WASP, so take my stiff-upper-lip swamp Yankee suggestions with a grain of salt. Maybe in other parts of the country, you solve problems differently!) Keep reading »